I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands knitted together nervously. "Father." I whispered, looking up. My father had the same features as me, bright blue eyes and raven black hair. That's the only thing we really had in common as our personalities were the complete opposite. I was what my sisters called 'fun loving' and 'sarcastic but flirty', my father was a workaholic, rarely at home.

"William." He said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, causing me to wince slightly. "How come you are not ready for the ceremony?" He asked, regarding me with cold eyes.

"I am ready..." I said, looking down at myself. I wore a plain black and white suit with a blue tie. My shoes were pretty standard too, what I'd call 'formal'.

"That is your everyday attire!" My father released his grip on my shoulder and began to pace around the room. "Your meeting the woman your expected, well the woman who you will, court and you'll marry." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Father, courting is meant to be about.. Love. About being yourself and the other person loving you for it." I said. This was the third arranged marriage my parents had thrown me into. The first one had been with a young and pretty girl called Tatiana Lightwood.

We'd hit it off, pretty much. We were all 'loved up' and such, until Tatiana's brother Gabriel got back to England. Trust me, if I would have known Tatiana was related to that... Worm I wouldn't have even glanced at her until the wedding, and then I'd run away at the altar.

Then there was Jessamine Lovelace.

Oh my. Jessamine. Jessie was like a younger sister or a cousin to me, definitely not marriage material for me. She had outrageously big blonde hair which was always too perfect to be true. I love Jessie as a cousin, we've grown up together, but as a wife? That does not compute. I had to insult her in public to get that wedding called off.

Now, I was expected to marry a girl who was a year or two younger than myself. I'd never met this girl, but apparently her father and my father were 'overseas associates' and they'd planned on having us marry to create a 'connection' in the companies. What bull.

"William I have explained what this means to us. What it means for our entire family, not to mention the company! Just think. The profits will soar with you as the poster boy, and her as our cover girl." He had a dreamy and far away look in his eyes.

"Right." I rolled my eyes.

My father slapped me on my back smiling, "Hey, one day you'll thank me when you have three or four stunning children running about and then they'll be the cover children! Oh William." He smiled.

I forced a smile, "Well father, that is thinking forward. Shall we go and meet the girl?" I asked, fiddling with the cuffs on my suit nervously.

"Yes, my dear boy, we shall." I suppressed a sigh and forced another smile onto my face as I stood up. My father was beaming at me. "I'll go down now, you can have five minutes to prepare. By prepare I mean practise what you are going to say, or just practise being polite. It'll pay off."

And with that, my father left the room, just leaving me and my thoughts for a few more moments alone.

I leaned against one of my bed posts and ran my fingers along the cover of a book I was reading. A Tale Of Two Cities. I hoped the girl could read and write, and I prayed that I would be lucky enough to have a wife that shared my love for novels. Even if the woman was ugly, I'd consider her the most beautiful woman alive if she shared my love for books.

"Will!" My sister Ella was peaking at me from around the side of the door.

"Ella." I smiled, "How's everything with you?" I asked her. Ella was my older sister. She was a great influence on me, and she had what me and my best friend could only describe as quality. She was so kind hearted to everyone and everything around her, it made me look bad.

"Everything with me is great!" Ella was smiling widely at me, "How about you? Your new bride to be is a stunner. Cece doesn't like her, but just ignore her. The girls a natural beauty and I'm sure you'll adore her."

"Like you then." I said, winking at her. "Ella I'm not sure why you haven't found a husband yet, there's over ten men in this town vying for your hand in marriage."

"I have found a husband.. I found my.. Match." Ella smiled faintly for a second, "But he isn't a man I could go for. Not ever." She closed her eyes slightly, exhaling. I touched her hand.

"Don't worry sis. Love is love. It's mutual-"

I was cut off by a yell, "And my son William is on his way down stairs now!" My father.

Ella smiled at me and touched my arm. "Don't worry about my love affairs, worry about your own. If you mess this up, I'll kill you and marry the first scally on the street! Or I'll just marry Gabriel." She laughed and pushed me out of my room.

I swallowed, placed a large fake smile on my face and braced myself to meet this 'wonderful gem'.

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